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September 2005 Archives
Movable Type 3.14 was an easy install, more or less. 3.2...not so much. Last night I managed to piss of Mrs. Dave something fierce, strike fear into the heart of our cats, and I really had to restrain myself to avoid ruining some of the nice renovation work done to our apartment, all in the name of upgrading this thing.
And now, you'll notice, the old template is gone, and we've gone to a generic look.
Any experts out there that care to help out and tell me where the templates are stored, I'd love to hear from you...
Takin' care of business...every fucking day. Even weekends.
Takin' care of business...every goddamn way. Even evenings, taking shorter lunch breaks...ugggh.
Takin' care of business...it's not mine. Not even close. What a garbage project. So much wasted time retyping these godforsaken books. Why they couldn't send us the farkin' Quarkin files is beyond me. Oh, that's right...IT WOULD HAVE MADE SENSE.
Takin' care of business...been workin' overtime. You bet yer ass I been.
...to run over pedestrians.
The situation: you're in your car at a red light. Pedestrians begin to cross in front of you. The light turns green. An oblivious pedestrian steps off the curb, then notices the light is green. He/she speeds up for a step or two...and then WALKS the rest of the distance in front of your car. You couldn't spare the extra two steps of jogging to get FULLY out of my way, you jaywalking troglodyte?
If you have exhibited this behavior before, beware, as notice has been served. I WILL run you over.
Intended manuscript:
"Agriculture is the science of cultivating soil, producing crops, and raising livestock."
Actual manuscript:
"Agriculture is the science of cultivating soil, producing craps, and raising livestock."
Now, I don't argue that livestock will produce that stuff - nor that it won't enrich the soil for agricultural purposes - but that's NOT what I meant to write.
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If they had a driver's license revocation procedure equivalent to a citizen's arrest, the following would be among my chief targets.
* People who sit in the left-hand lane of a turn-or-straight lane through an entire red light, then flick on their left turn signal the minute the light turns green. AFTER I've already pulled up behind them. For the love of all that is holy, using your turn signal is NOT giving away secrets to the goddamn enemy.
* People who take left turns by FIRST swinging halfway into the right-hand lane. Excuse me sir, but you're driving a Kia, not an 18-wheeler or a schoolbus. You'll be able to make the turn.
* Right turn on red. Right turn on red. You can go right on red. Go. Go ahead. Now! GO! AAAAAAH!
And the most recent target in revocation of supermarket express lane privileges: Dude, you're buying a dollar fifty-eight worth of groceries. Don't wait until the cashier rings up your paltry purchase to haul out your wallet AND YOUR COIN PURSE. And fer cryin' out loud, if you haul out the coin purse, have exact change. And if you only have a buck-sixty, it's okay to let those two cents go as a thank you to the cashier for not braining you with the Frusion bottle you just bought. Put the change down, and just walk away.
There are good things and bad things about having renovations to your building continue after you've moved back into it. Good things include running into the project asking about little ongoing fixits, like paint touchups, light fixtures, pointing out gouges in the floor that need to be fixed, etc. Bad things include waking up to power saws at 7:15, having to deal with constant influxes (influces?) of dust, and ongoing usage of your facilities.
I came home today for lunch, went to use the bathroom, and discovered the toilet paper roll replaced, but facing the wrong way (we're a flap-out kind of family). I'm just thankful it wasn't Baby Bear's predicament - "Someone is sleeping in my bed, and SHE'S STILL HERE!"
"You're a seeded rye."
"I thought I was sourdough."
"No, seeded rye...because you have a rye sense of humor."
"Ah. But what if I stood up?"
"Then you'd be UNseeded rye."
...but it is not a place for children.
It is also not a place for musical instruments.
And for fuck's sake, people, it is NOT a place to have your kid tootling on a recorder like an inebriated mourning dove.
